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Poem

February 11, 2006
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BY ARTESIA CABRAL

I am a woman who…
So serious her cries heralded for years
This woman who…
Represents delicate fingertips
Roughened as they strum through life’s disruptions,
Displaying the dissonant sounds of loss, escape, childbirth, love.

She who wears the unique barrier breaking eyes
Inherited from Asia, giving warmth through her
Vision reflecting rays of important wisdom,
Motherhood, sensitivity, reflection.

A woman, the crown of all life.
Jewels embed the body giving shape to her soul, which we can only
call her “essence.”
A flower basket of seasons
Her hostile moon, cleansed, a fertile rain.
Fluorescent light with every step, every switch.
Shocking to the other gender.
Thumb tacking her desirous attributes on a corked bulletin board of
exploitation.

Artesia Cabral #104119
P.O. Box 392005
Denver CO 80239-8005 USA

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Rock Rock permalink
    March 31, 2012 2:58 pm

    Very nice poem!

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